Victoria Caldwell wasn't expecting for her world to turn upside down after signing up for Mr. Brando's class. He seemed like the average professor, the only thing standing out being his good looks. After a heated affair arises between student & teac...
The whole class were on their hands and knees. Some people felt totally comfortable while being in that position. Marlon didn't join us in our exercise, he only conducted it.
"Now, like a cat, stretch your back. You can move your face forward toward the floor, you can lift your neck up, as long as the tension in your body is moving in the way of a cat.
One girl proudly glimpsed up at Marlon while in the position. Marlon grinned at her as he watched her stretch her neck forward, showing off the cleavage pouring out of her shirt.
He looked over to Walter, who was on his hands and knees and did circular rolls of his head to stretch his neck. Then he moved his butt back toward Marlon. His flamboyant show didn't come off well.
"Like a cat." Marlon scolded. Then, he walked over to Malary, who used this as an opportunity to show off her flexible dance body. It wasn't necessarily for Marlon, but whenever she had a chance to boast about her flexibility she did.
My cheeks got warm once he came back over to me. My brown skin was flickering with sweat on my face, he made me a little nervous. The girl he'd been with at the gentleman's club was retired during the day, in her place was me.
Tori.
"Very good." Marlon complimented as he watched me stretch my back. My buttocks pointed up as my face went toward the floor. He stood in front of me, his hand in his pocket in an attempt to conceal the hard rod in his slacks. Then, I watched as his loafers stepped behind me.
I could imagine how he felt looking at me in this position, the idea of his thoughts immediately turned me on.
"Mr. Brando." Walter interrupted as he stood up. Marlon furrowed his eyebrows as he walked over to Walter. "I feel that I don't really get this. Do you mind if I stay after class?"
"Not at all." Marlon nodded at him. "It's important that you understand all that I'm teaching you in how to use your body."
"Well I'm sure you'll give me body great purpose." Walter told him. I looked over to the two. My memories were haunted by what I saw the other day. Marlon had his hand on Walter's neck almost as if—
"Alright. That's all for this class. You are dismissed." Marlon called out. The students all jumped to their feet and began piling out. Some enjoyed the exercise, others spoke amongst themselves about how strange it all was.
Marlon and Walter stood across the room saying something, then Walter nodded and walked out. I watched as Marlon took out a cigarette and lit it, waiting for most of the classroom to be empty. Then, he began walking towards the door. I had a feeling that wherever he was going, Walter wouldn't be too far away.
So I got his attention.
"Did you make up that exercise?" I called out to Marlon. He turned around as he blew out cigarette smoke.
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"Did I make it up?" He repeated my question as he turned toward me. "No, Stanislavski came up with all of that."
"The one who made up method acting?" I said, knowing the answer was yes. I didn't care if I looked like a fool, I wanted to keep the conversation going.
"Yes. The person that's the reason this course exists." Marlon coldly replied. Then, he slightly turned away from me. "Have I answered all of your questions?"
"I didn't really understand how to control the tension in my body." I stepped forward. He looked me up and down, then walked toward me. He stood inches from my body.
"I know what happened last night was... an experience." Marlon finally admitted.
"This seems to be a recurring activity for us." I told him in a soft voice. He nodded at me with a grin.
"You're very beautiful, and sexy too." Marlon reassured me. "But I'm not the type of guy you want to have a schoolgirl crush on."
I was shocked by his words, then he began smoothly walking away. With pursed lips, I tried to find something to say.
"And who said I have that?" I called out. Marlon turned around and looked me up and down.
"Come on, Brigitte." He said, all the warmth left my body. He used my work name. His eyes shut as he realized his mistake, then he chuckled. "I mean, Tori."
"I am a grown woman who just know what she wants." I announced as I began walking toward him. "And just because I enjoy time with you doesn't mean I'm infatuated with you."
"It's funny how some girls have to say out loud that they're an adult to make it clear. I've met a lot of women in my life, trust me, they don't need to announce it." Marlon rose a brow.
"You treated me like a woman all those times you brought those pink lips on this pussy." I crossed my arms, Brigitte's confidence suddenly resurfacing. Marlon liked my spunk, he closed the distance between us and brushed my cheek.
"You're an amazing girl." He told me. "And a good fuck."
I rolled my eyes.
"But you're a little too amazing for me." He said, taking a drag of his cigarette. "I'm always out somewhere drinking or fucking or in some brothel— who knows?"
"Maybe all those women you claim to know aren't real women after all." I spoke up. "Maybe what you've been looking for in all those brothels and bottles is right here."
His brown eyes looked my figure up and down. He dropped his cigarette on the concrete floor and squashed it under his foot. He didn't have any regard for the fact that we were inside. Then, he stuffed both of his hands into his pockets.
"I have an appointment." He announced to me. "Have a nice day, beautiful."
With that said, Marlon turned around and walked out the door.
